In vain
I am a tiny person
Inside a giant hourglass
trying to cover the hole where the world fits in
with my with my fucking pinkie
trying to stop the sand from passing
in vain
trying to pick up the grains
that slip through my hands
This is just the last of many attempts
to ask for mercy from the time that suffocates me and takes me away from you
I confess
I tried to throw out this stupid love
I kneeled down on the toilet
and
while shivering
stuck my finger in my throat until it almost bled
but nothing came out
I don't know if it refuses to leave even if by force
or if it's just an indication
of the obvious illusion of that feeling. I am alone.
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